Bringing me back was never about love. It was about keeping me under his watch. So he could monitor me. So he could protect Sylvie—that murderer!
This marriage was nothing but guilt disguised as love.
And I… I took his pitiful charity and flaunted it like it was the happiest thing in the world!
‘Absolutely pathetic!’
Just then, I heard the door shut. His buddy must’ve left.
Verity's POV
Monty stumbled into the room, cupped my face, and kissed me on the forehead.
His drunken eyes were full of worry.
“Why are you standing at the door?”
“Nothing. I was gonna bring you some hangover soup, but I spilled it.”
“Let the housekeeper take care of stuff like that. You’ve been way too tired lately. Get some rest, okay? Or I’ll feel bad.”
After saying that, he kissed me again.
Just like before—gentle, loving.
But I couldn’t feel his warmth anymore.
‘Can one person really go that far for someone else?’
I closed my eyes, and the tears slipped down.
I helped him onto the bed and pulled the blanket over him.
The alcohol hit fast—he passed out in no time.
I sat at the bedside and quietly picked up his phone.
Ha. The password? Sylvie’s birthday.
Once it unlocked, it switched into another system.